But I was warn’d of the Designs of Men.
His Views in Life were humble, he confest;
But this * * *, nor could it be suppress’d.
In him ’twas policy to win the Truth;
And then I fear’d the fickle Soul of Youth.
Yet, [though] rejected, he was ever near,
And uninvited—let me own it, dear!
My parents doubted; I was urged to prove
The Heart I valued, [ere] I own’d the love.
My Sister only was his friend; she knew— 100